Dear Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"I guess what you're trying to say is that I'm borrowing your bed while I'm here and you're sleeping somewhere else." "You guess wrong sweetie." Sweetie? New endearment? "We are not sleeping together." I said through clenched teeth. "We are so sleeping together.”

"Love, only love. You love me, I love you. We don't need any else my sweetheart as... I am your husband, you're my wife. I am only yours and you're Only Mine." *****

I opened it and read it silently and my face beamed with blessedness. “Darling I hope you are pushing on with life. I wish I could have been near you; I would have whispered something into your ears. But it is not yet too late. Iet me just whisper it close to your ears assuming that I am beside you. I love you with my life. Receive my great love my sweetheart."

He whispered in my ear. "How can you forget the hot night we had last night, Sweetie?" I'm completely speechless!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Now even if I die, it's okay my dear. °•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•°❤°•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•° Dear lovely readers, If you are enjoying my story then don't forget to review and rate the story. Love Han❤

one intern whispered. They all looked at the contact name saved on her screen which was titled ‘My Sweetheart’, decorated with a tiny heart emoji. To the outside world, it looked like some kind of romantic secret love story, a hidden love for the most powerful woman in London. "I’ll be there soon, darling," Elara said into the phone, her voice so sweet as a candy. "I promise, I'll reach it soon. Just wait for me, okay? I love you more than anything."

If whoever this boyfriend is, she's so lucky to have him who efforts so much. I opened the envelope and promise I never gonna read the text. My eyes widened when I saw my full name above next to ' Dear '. I look at the sender but it only gives initials looking like a mendacious one. Dear Amira Madrigal, We'll meet to soon, my love. Sincerely yours, xyz Who is this? I look at the roses and the chocolate he gave. It looks so delicious but I feel so reluctant to eat this. What if it's poisonous?

"Hey sweetheart, you make my heart flutter. I'm so happy knowing that you were jealous towards my cousin. I called her sweetheart because she was only ten; she was asking for help on her assignment." "Cousin? The fudge! Did I hear it right? It was his cousin he called sweetheart! You are so stupid, Keisha. You didn't even notice and just asked! She was just asking for help. This is embarrassing; I can't even look directly into his eyes." "Still sulking, my sweetheart? Come on, you're my only sweetheart." "W-what about your cousin? You should go." He hugged me from behind, which made me stiffen. I felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head. I can't really calm down every time we hav

I watched our hand sway gently between us as we walked and marvel at the way they fit perfectly together. " Dinner sweetheart ". Was all he said as we continue to walk through the pack, getting further away from everyone, I was beginning to get annoyed, my leg was still not fully healed and was beginning to throb the more we walk, I think he could sense my annoyance as he bends to carry me in his arms kissing my cheek and smiling at me.

I said keeping my voice steady, “every dish on our menu is our best. If you’re looking for fancy tricks, you won’t find them here. But if you’re looking for food with heart, you came to the right place.” His friend stifled a laugh. The man in the suit tilted his head, studying me, clearly not used to being spoken to that way. “And you are?” he asked. “Vanessa Taylor,” I said, lifting my chin. “Owner of Hearth & Home.” For a split second, surprise flickered across his face, gone almost before I caught it. He leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth curving into something between a smirk and a dare “Fine then,” he said. “Impress me, Miss Taylor.”